I was grinding away all night not getting any really good counts and was slowly bleeding chips, down about 30 units. It didn't help that I had the world's greatest ploppies at my table. From players who took whole minutes agonizing over whether to hit 15 vs. the dealer 10, to ploppies who wouldn't split aces and stood on soft 17's, this table had them. I had been enduring this for a while all in the name of good penetration but I had had enough. I decided while penetration is great, it's useless when you're getting a whopping 20 hands an hour. I decided to switch tables for a change of scenery and faster game play even though I knew it might mean losing this great pen.
Well I did some scouting and found a table with few players at it. Moreover, they actually were about as good as a ploppies can get without knowing BS 100%. At first, there was nothing new. Same old back and forth with the dealer. I thought to myself that this is like bashing your head against a wall. No matter how hard you try, you're never going to break through this wall. I was seriously contemplating at this point whether to go play some poker or not. Luckily the hopeful part of me kept me in my seat. After all, getting a game with better than 80% pen and LS is nothing to sneeze at.
The second shoe started like the first, but the count immediately began taking off. Even before 1/2 a deck went by, it was already getting good. This continued and before long the TC was at +5. I was smiling because this is what every counter waits for. A good count and some good variance and before I knew it, I had made 60 units by the time the shoe was over. It helped too that the rest of the table was winning as well and instead of the usual grumbling about the dealer, people were in good spirits. I thought to myself well gosh darn, it took over 10 hours for me to get to a decent place but here I was finally. I was getting exhausted but something told me to stay for another shoe.
I did and then something amazing happened. We could not lose. The count again raced up only this time it reached an excellent +7 TC. I had my max bet out of course and kept winning and winning. The dealer shook his head in disbelief not believing what he was witnessing. No matter what we did, we couldn't lose.
This is when BJ is the most fun. We were all high fiving and whopping it up. Even when the dealer would pull 11 and I thought for sure he was going to have 21 given how high the count was, he'd pull a 5 and then bust for a glorious 26. Well several hands of max bets out and along with the rest of the table winning and a glorious thing happened. We WIPED OUT THE DEALER!! It happened so fast that they couldn't even refill his chips. No red or green chips were to be found. Even the pink chips were getting depleted from him having to use them as a substitute. As if this wasn't good enough, I got the casino down to its knees begging. I guess they hadn't experienced a "thunder.. storm" in a while. The dealer didn't know what to do and called the pitboss over. They stopped play right then and there. Since I had by far the most chips at the table with chips stacked and lined up stack after stack, they actually asked me in the middle of the shoe if I could color up. I smiled and complied handing over a big chunk of my chips for black and purple. I was having fun now at the casino's expense and they knew it. After winning some more after exchanging my chips, I knew this was going to be my last shoe of the night and foreseeable future. I waited until the count came back down to earth and I actually lost a few hands. Then I colored up and took off, not wanting to take a chance that I might get the tap on the shoulder. I felt like I had just committed robbery as the cashier spent what felt like forever handing me Benjamin Franklins. My wallet was full and I certainly was going to be having pleasant dreams.
Well I did some scouting and found a table with few players at it. Moreover, they actually were about as good as a ploppies can get without knowing BS 100%. At first, there was nothing new. Same old back and forth with the dealer. I thought to myself that this is like bashing your head against a wall. No matter how hard you try, you're never going to break through this wall. I was seriously contemplating at this point whether to go play some poker or not. Luckily the hopeful part of me kept me in my seat. After all, getting a game with better than 80% pen and LS is nothing to sneeze at.
The second shoe started like the first, but the count immediately began taking off. Even before 1/2 a deck went by, it was already getting good. This continued and before long the TC was at +5. I was smiling because this is what every counter waits for. A good count and some good variance and before I knew it, I had made 60 units by the time the shoe was over. It helped too that the rest of the table was winning as well and instead of the usual grumbling about the dealer, people were in good spirits. I thought to myself well gosh darn, it took over 10 hours for me to get to a decent place but here I was finally. I was getting exhausted but something told me to stay for another shoe.
I did and then something amazing happened. We could not lose. The count again raced up only this time it reached an excellent +7 TC. I had my max bet out of course and kept winning and winning. The dealer shook his head in disbelief not believing what he was witnessing. No matter what we did, we couldn't lose.
This is when BJ is the most fun. We were all high fiving and whopping it up. Even when the dealer would pull 11 and I thought for sure he was going to have 21 given how high the count was, he'd pull a 5 and then bust for a glorious 26. Well several hands of max bets out and along with the rest of the table winning and a glorious thing happened. We WIPED OUT THE DEALER!! It happened so fast that they couldn't even refill his chips. No red or green chips were to be found. Even the pink chips were getting depleted from him having to use them as a substitute. As if this wasn't good enough, I got the casino down to its knees begging. I guess they hadn't experienced a "thunder.. storm" in a while. The dealer didn't know what to do and called the pitboss over. They stopped play right then and there. Since I had by far the most chips at the table with chips stacked and lined up stack after stack, they actually asked me in the middle of the shoe if I could color up. I smiled and complied handing over a big chunk of my chips for black and purple. I was having fun now at the casino's expense and they knew it. After winning some more after exchanging my chips, I knew this was going to be my last shoe of the night and foreseeable future. I waited until the count came back down to earth and I actually lost a few hands. Then I colored up and took off, not wanting to take a chance that I might get the tap on the shoulder. I felt like I had just committed robbery as the cashier spent what felt like forever handing me Benjamin Franklins. My wallet was full and I certainly was going to be having pleasant dreams.